
More comic stuff.
Living in New York one of the greatest threats I face is zombie attack. In the event of a major outbreak densely populated areas are very bad places to be. Needless to say this weighs very heavily on my mind. When I ask people I meet about their survival plans, it seems odd to me that they seem so unprepared to face such a challenge. While I feel sort of bad for them, I take private comfort in the fact that I will have plenty of fodder to aid in my great escape.
"...When the Lamb had opened the first of the seven seals, I heard the first of the four beasts say with a thundering voice, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a white horse; and he that sat on him had a bow: and there was given unto him a crown, and he departed as conqueror and to conquest."